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or is it loneliness?

��— (eventual) spiderverse found family x platonic!reader

▹— summary: you need closure, and information. two visits kind of give you that.

▹— a/n: guys idk what im DOING. i have things planned for atsv but not how we’re gonna get there … rn im just yolo-ing. im not a big fan of this one but im gonna start writing the next one asap, which will hide fully be more found family-ish lmao arachnid is gonna start warming up to them all some day i swear

▹— warnings: angst, injuries, not good thoughts, dead parents, sensory issues, explosions, violence, fighting, blood?, damaged hearing for a good minute, peter b parker eating burgers deserves its own warning, food, mention of throwing up / nausea, insecurities about being good enough, refusing help, idk what else, if ive missed anything let me know!!!

▹— taglist: @rhymingtree (everything taglist) @justmare @uniquemonstrosity @lacunaanonymoused @erensbbg @dulceteris @noxxing @escherichiacolli @ray-rook @i-3at-kidz @miwagila @stoneforests (is it freedom’verse) — also i only tagged those who explicitly asked to be tagged!

MASTERLIST , part one

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You spend a long time sat on the edge of the open window, staring out at the traffic below after getting back from Spider Society HQ. There’s a tangible relief that comes with returning to your dimension, like a weight being removed, a tension that is finally released from where it had been pulled taut. Your shoulders feel just as heavy as they did when you left, but you try not to think about it. You try to be happy that you’re back.

While you wouldn’t say it aloud, and you hate to even have the thought, you don’t think anybody had noticed you were gone. But then again, who would? You have no reason to be so upset about such a thing.

Time slips by as you diligently sew up the tears in your suit, frowning as you hold it up once you’re finished. It looks nothing like it used to, but then again, neither do you. Things have changed, it only makes sense that your suit would, too. You wonder if travelling through alternate dimensions can alter your perception of things. You’d swear that your suit had been a different shade before you left, lighter, maybe, but you have nothing to compare it to.

At least now, this time, when you put on your suit there is evidence of damage that Gwen Stacy had caused. The stitching along your the material where she had tore into you is a tangible thing, physical, and you run your fingers across it as if it might disappear. It’s almost a relief, to be able to feel where she had caused you pain, as opposed to the invisible ache she had left within you after fighting her the first time around.

Alongside the scar raised on your body, the fight with Gwen had left you with a sort of paranoia. An uncertainty in the back of your mind that has you glancing over your shoulder, has you messing up simple manoeuvres as you panic, thinking you hear her voice.

It must have been your third day back from the HQ that you come to the conclusion that you have to visit Gwen Stacy in her prison.

The decision doesn’t come easily. It comes slowly, torturously so, a realisation that deafens you as you glare through squinted lenses at the city around you. You won’t be able to go on like this, getting yourself hurt in stupid ways all because you’re not certain that she’s back in her prison. You’re meant to be a hero, which means that messing up, despite whatever paranoia that lingers in the back of your head, is unacceptable. It has consequences.

Seeing her in the flesh will likely be the hardest thing you’ll ever do. Except, maybe, not killing her when you caught her in that other dimension. You keep your mind on the fact that she won’t be able to touch you, that she’ll be walled away, to reassure yourself that there is no risk of either of you hurting the other — at least, physically.

But seeing her isn’t the only difficult part.

No, the hardest part is stepping back into an identity that you had lost your grasp on, long ago. You wear your old clothes, clothes that you hadn’t put on in months, and try to remember how it felt to be you, rather than Arachnid.

“Hi, Mrs. Stacy.” You say, when the door to an all too familiar apartment opens just a slither, and you catch sight of her wrinkled eyes. There’s a noticeable change to them when she realises who you are, and she’s slamming the door shut, undoing the chain, and reopening it before you can say another word.

She whispers your name like she can’t believe it’s you — and you can’t blame her.

You had disappeared, months ago, after the death of your father. Going missing was far easier than being placed in a foster system that would only hold you back. It had been so much easier, not having to face anyone, not having to speak at his funeral.

“Hi.” You repeat, when her stare lingers in the silence for far too long. The sound of your voice once again breaks her out of her trance, and she’s rushing forward to pull you into her arms as if you were her child. You suppose, in some ways, it was quite a lot like that. At the very least, your presence will remind her of the daughter she had lost.

“Where have you been? Oh, honey, I was so worried.” Mrs. Stacy says, her voice trembling by your ear as she squeezes you tight, unfazed by your lack of reciprocation. “Come inside, please.”

You follow her through the doorway, closing the door behind you as you had done so many times before. Not looking around at the apartment is near impossible, but you’re not sure how much familiarity you can take. Even just seeing Mrs. Stacey’s aged face makes your chest ache, your legs feeling shaky.

“Sit down, honey, let me get you a warm drink.” She says, a tremor to her voice as she bustles towards the kitchen which is adjoined to the living room. The news plays on the television, and you’re glad to hear a weather report, rather than some city-wide attack. Mrs. Stacy is quiet as she goes through the process of making your favourite drink, but with your enhanced hearing you listen to the telltale clink of a spoon against ceramic. You listen closely to her hitched breathing as her footsteps pad back into the room. “Here.” She hands you the warm mug, and you don’t comment on the way her hand shakes.

“Thank you.” You say, though it feels stilted, wrong, too formal. It’s hard to be normal in this setting, to be whoever you used to be, especially as she stares at you like she’s seen a ghost.

Mrs. Stacy stares at you for a long while before she speaks again, as if she’s still not sure that you’re real. “Where have you been? After—After your dad… we didn’t know what happened to you. Are you safe? Do you need help?” She asks, frantic once she’s gotten started on her questions.

“Mrs. Stacy, I’m fine, really.” You lie, smiling tightly over the rim of the mug as you hold it towards your face. Before, you would’ve burnt your tongue drinking it too fast, but you’re hesitant to drink it at all. The last thing you want is to become too familiar to your old life. “I’ve been staying with some friends, downtown. It’s been good.”

She raises a brow at you, and stares for a moment longer. “Honey… you don’t look well.” She tells you, and raises the back of her hand to press it against your forehead. Her frown only deepens when you flinch away from the touch. You try not to curse yourself too much, but can’t help reprimanding the way you hadn’t anticipated such an action.

The skin on your forehead is clammy, but that’s just the anxiety, the nerves at being back here. Arachnid can’t get sick.

“Listen, I… I was hoping I could ask a favour from you.” You say, hesitantly, gripping the warm mug tight between your hands, but loosen your fingertips against the ceramic when you hear a minute crack.

Mrs. Stacy furrows her brows, looking more concerned by the second, but nods. “Of course, anything.” She tells you, and places one of her hands against yours on the mug.

“I was hoping I could visit Gwen.” You voice, after one last moment of hesitation. The way her face immediately crumples at the request doesn’t give you much hope, especially as her hand withdraws from your own. “I—I know you don’t get to see her very often, and maybe it’s selfish, but… I don’t know. I wanted some kind of closure, I guess.” You ramble on in response to her silence, glaring down at the liquid still swirling in your mug.

“Honey,” Mrs. Stacy interrupts, her voice soft in contrast to the way yours was growing in volume. You quiet immediately, your gaze drawn up to where her tearful eyes stare at you, her expression almost mourning. “I would never deny you that, but you should know… I haven’t visited Gwenny since she was put in there.” She admits, her stare dropping to her lap, almost ashamed.

“Oh,” You voice, softly, in response. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed— I—I mean, I can’t even imagine—”

“No, don’t be silly, how would you have known?” She replies, raising her eyebrows at you strictly. “Now, I can get you that visit. I’ll call my attorney first thing tomorrow, but… really, honey, do you need me to call someone for you? Who are these friends?”

Her voice is familiar, and it’s kind, which makes it all the more painful. It’s strange, seeing the resemblance between her and the Green Goblin, and it makes a part of you ache. Your life wasn’t the only one torn apart by Gwen. In fact, her mother probably faced the worst of it. With her husband being long gone, her oldest son away at college, youngest withdrawn after her daughter became a homicidal maniac, who did she really have left? Who was looking after Helen Stacy?

You smile at her, as best as you can without tearing up, and reach out to grasp her hand, which she readily accepts. “I’m okay, Mrs. Stacy, I… It’s just a few friends of my dad, from his home town. Their kids, too. It’s better than being put in the system.” You tell her, and can only hope that she believes you. You have no way to back up these lies, knowing those friends of your father don’t exist.

“You could’ve stayed here, you know?” She says, teary and squeezing your hand so tightly you can hear your bones creaking. You smile sadly at her.

“You’re a much stronger person than me, Mrs. Stacy. I couldn’t even face my dad’s funeral, let alone be around the memories of somebody I lost. This place, it—it reminds me of her.” You explain, voice shaking as you hold back your own tears, swallowing them down and trying to breathe through the ache in your throat.

The way her heart breaks is almost loud enough for you to hear it, but she nods her head understandingly, regardless. “Of course,” She says, nodding still, “But know you always have a place here, okay?”

“Okay.” You respond, heart clenching so tightly you’re not sure it can pump your blood any longer.

“Now, what’s your number? Your old phone was disconnected.” She says, shaking her tears away to pull out a pad and pen from the coffee table. She sets the notepad against her knee, looking expectantly toward you.

“Oh, right,” You stutter, teeth chattering as you comb your mind for the number of your burner phone. “There was a mixup, because it was in my dad’s name.” You explain needlessly, still searching your mind for the answer. Finally, you remember it. You listen to her ballpoint pen scrape along the paper as she writes the numbers as you say them, and then she clicks the pen off after writing your name beside it, underlining it twice.

“How about I give you a call with the details of your visit, okay, honey?” She asks, nodding with a pleased hum at your affirmative. “Good. Stay for dinner, okay? I’ve missed you.”

Who are you to deny her that?

Though, even as you try to pretend that you help to set up the table for her benefit, and as you hug Gwen’s little brother tightly when he comes home for his, you know, deep down, that it’s for you. That this is a moment of selfishness that you’ll let yourself have, because god, you deserve it, don’t you?

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It’s thirteen days post Spider Society discovery, and you’re starting to regret the way you discarded that watch so carelessly. Not because you want to be a part of some cult of superheroes, but because you wish you had asked some more questions.

Surely Miguel O’Hara must’ve known a way to stop these villains from appearing in other universes? And if he did, had he already implemented whatever it was to stop Gwen escaping again? How exactly did she escape the first time? Was it a coincidence? Is there somebody out there, working behind the scenes, helping her get out?

You, unfortunately, have no way to answer any of the burning questions nagging at the back of your head. While a part of you hopes that you never see any of the Spider Society weirdos again, you also desperately want answers. Especially if it meant you could call off your visit to Gwen Stacy.

But the day arrives as any other does, and you spend every moment before the drive over to the prison desperately hoping that one of the Spider-people will show their face. None of them do, and you’re left to get into Mrs. Stacy’s car and simply brace for the journey ahead.

You’re pretty sure that swinging would be quicker, or easier, but you had no way to explain that way of transport to an interrogating Mrs. Stacy, and so you had to relent to her insistence on driving you. Now, you sit here, shifting in the seat of the car, uncomfortable without your suit underneath the clothes you used to wear on a daily basis. Even the knowledge that it’s stuffed into the bottom of your tattered backpack in the boot of Mrs. Stacy’s car doesn’t bring you any comfort.

Instead, the rough material of an old jacket has your skin crawling like you were being bitten by a thousand mosquitos, and the trousers on your legs itch like you’re allergic to them.

You suppose, really, that the spider bite that gave you so many powers had to have more drawbacks than just destroying your life. It only makes sense that your heightened senses would extend to the receptors on your skin. It makes every movement in these clothes torturous, and you wonder if it had always been this way, or if you were just so unused to wearing your old style of clothes. Either way, you hope that you won’t have to wear them for much longer.

If it all goes to plan, you should be in and out of the prison, just ensuring that Gwen Stacy is actually in the cell as she’s supposed to be. Then you just have to endure the fifty minute drive back to the city with Mrs. Stacy, and you’re free. You won’t have to wear these clothes again, won’t have to use your name, no — you can just sink back into the half life that is being Arachnid. It’s better that way.

“Okay, honey, here we are.” Mrs. Stacy says at last, having shifted her car into park. She pointedly avoids looking at the looming high-security prison ahead, instead focusing on you as you wipe your sweaty palms against your trousers. “Now you take as much time as you need in there, alright? I’ll be just out here, if you need me.”

You smile tightly at her, nodding with what you hope is more of a grateful expression rather than a grimace. “Thank you, Mrs. Stacy, really. I appreciate it, more than you know.”

That much was true — after all, it wasn’t like you could tell her that she was allowing the vivid paranoia you had been experiencing to be put to rest after her daughter escaped to another universe. Mrs. Stacy, from what you could gather, didn’t even know that Gwen had been missing for any amount of time. She had no idea what Gwen had done, how many more people she had hurt, but you assured yourself that it was better that way. Mrs. Stacy already had to deal with plenty, and that knowledge surely wouldn’t help.

She was already dealing with her own grief and feelings on the situation, as well as trying to support her two sons in the matter. Given what Gwen’s little brother had asked of you when he found out about you visiting her, you knew that he hadn’t been to visit Gwen, either. It seemed that he wasn’t coping with it all very well.

“Of course, you’re family. You should know that by now.” She says, smiling with teary eyes, reaching across the console to grasp your hand tightly in her own.

Her words take a stab at your chest, especially considering what had happened to everybody else who had seen you as family. Dead parents, villainous best friend — it really didn’t bode well for your loved ones. You just reassured yourself with the fact that you’d be able to disappear as soon as the two of you returned to the city. You couldn’t put her in any danger, that way, or her remaining kids.

“I’ll—I’ll see you after, okay?” You respond, squeezing her hand in return before quickly letting go and throwing open the car door, getting out and catching a slither of Mrs. Stacy’s surprised reply before you shut the car door.

There are guards waiting for you at the gates, checking you are who you say you are, scanning you for weapons before you even get in the building. They’re satisfied after their searches, content that you weren’t stupid enough to bring a weapon into a highly secure prison. You keep your focus on your breathing as they walk you in, handing you clothes to change into as well as a box to put all of your belongings in.

The scrub-like clothes they give you are even worse than your own, sending shivers up and down your spine at the feeling of each fibre scraping against your skin. You just try to breathe through it. Luckily, the rest of the security checks blur by, which means less time spent on agonising over this visit. You barely hear a word of the statement they read to you before you go in, and your hand cramps as you write your signature against a dotted line of a waiver. All of the other legal things were sorted out by Mrs. Stacy’s lawyer, which you are more than thankful for.

Instead of having to deal with that, you just have to wait.

You think that the waiting might be the worst part of it all. With the scrubs making your hairs raise and promoting uncomfortable shivers up and down your body, as well as the cold metal seat that they sat you on, you’re far too aware of everything around you. You can hear the hundreds of heartbeats in the buildings, the beeping of security doors, the footsteps heading your way. You can smell the coffee that the head guard in the adjoining room to the one you’re in is drinking, as well as the day-old sandwich in his desk. Worst of all is the way your own heartbeat is thrumming in your throat, padding harshly against your chest, so loud in your own ears that it slowly starts to drown out everything around you.

Gwen’s footsteps are heavy, accompanied by the clinking of the chains she’s shackled in. You can practically hear the maniacal laughter that had come from her whilst in that alternate dimension, even though she’s completely silent as she enters the room.

She smiles at you when you look up, and for a moment you’re fooled — it’s soft, gentle, kind. But then you see the glimmer in her eyes that was distinctly not Gwen, and you feel the scar along your side throbbing with phantom pain.

You smile tensely at the guards, who regard you with looks of gentle concern and caution, before they attach her chains to a link on the floor beside a chair three metres away from where you sit. They nod at you, which you return, and you watch as they go and take their positions beside the door before you move your eyes back to the elephant in the room — which is Gwen Stacy.

“So, you missed me?” She asks, baring her teeth in a grin that has too much teeth to be anything friendly. Gwen regards you closely as you stare at her, watch for any signs of flickering, any signs that this isn’t real. Her brows raise slowly, the longer you’re silent, but you’re in no hurry to talk. “No? Is that not it?”

“Sure, I miss you.” You respond after another stretch of silence, tilting your head to study her more closely. You don’t acknowledge the way that your voice shakes as you speak, the way it comes out in something closer to a croak before you swallow harshly against your dry throat. “Thought I’d come to check in.” You add, brows furrowing to make sure she gets your true meaning.

“Ah,” She voices, then laughs, shoulders shaking, chains clanking loudly against her metal chair. “I get it, now.”

Gwen doesn’t add anything else after that, even though you suspected that she may take this opportunity to loudly claim that you were Arachnid, outing your identity once and for all. Apparently, if she does want to out your identity, she doesn’t want to do it like this, as she stays silent until you speak.

You sit forward on your chair, ignoring the way the guards at the edges of the room shift uneasily at your movement. “Your mom arranged this for me, you know?” You say, eyebrow raised. She probably knows what you’re doing, or what you’re trying to do, but she doesn’t voice it. Instead, she just shifts to lean backwards in her own chair, sighing as if relaxing.

“Hmm, so she can visit.” Gwen says, nodding her head as if it’s all making sense now.

“She can, she just doesn’t want to. Neither does Georgie.” You respond, and find satisfaction in the way her eyes flash at the mention of her little brother, the nickname that the two of you both used to call him. She recovers quickly, but you can tell that she knows it wasn’t quick enough. The Green Goblin cracked, right in front of your very eyes. It’s proof that, if anything, her little brother has some meaning. “He wanted me to tell you something.”

Her head tilts across from you, though she doesn’t move from her laid back position.

You clear your throat, and look at the words you’d written on your skin. She tilts her head forwards the slightest amount, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, glancing at the guards who look just as uncomfortable as you feel. “He said that he misses his Gwenny, but he doesn’t want you coming home.” You stare at her as you repeat his message, the one he had told you nervously, as if he was truly afraid that Gwen would escape and come back. Her eyes twitch as she focuses on keeping her expression cool, but you know that the words have hit something in her, even if it’s part of the Green Goblin. “Looks like you even ruined your own family.”

You’re up on your feet as she lurches forwards, flung backward from where she tried to go against her chains to rush toward you. The guards are in front of you in mere moments, but you weren’t in any danger. Not as long as she stayed in here.

It’s almost satisfying, to see her chained up. It’s so different to seeing the Green Goblin on the outside, where she could be your Gwen Stacy. Whereas in here, bound by chains of heavy metal, clothed in uncomfortable looking prisoner scrubs, she was nothing but the Green Goblin. It was reassuring, almost, to be able to pick apart something physical between the two.

She bares her teeth at you, animalistic in a way that Gwen never was, and glares at you as you follow one of the guards out of the room, the others closing in on her, ready to take her back to whatever cell she came from.

The clothes you wear become less overbearing as you keep your focus on the guards taking Gwen away the whole way back through security, only switching back to your surroundings when they hand you the tray of your own belongings to change back into. You’re relieved for many reasons, and you try to focus on that feeling as you approach Mrs. Stacy’s car rather than the way your jacket itches.

Mrs. Stacy looks as if she wants to speak as you get in the car, as if she wants to ask about your visit, but she seemingly can’t bring herself to do it. You keep your mouth shut.

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Not a month later, your daily activities are back to normal, uninhibited by the daunting idea of Gwen being free. Still, though, you think about her more often, as much as you did in the time after she was put away the first time.

Mrs. Stacy had tried to call you more than once since, and at the two week mark you’d had to invest in a new burner phone. You just couldn’t risk anybody getting a hold of it and seeing her contact, or the ringer going off and exposing your position in a fight. No, it was better for her not to have your number. Besides, you had hers memorised if you needed to call her.

It was better if you tried to reduce any connections to Gwen Stacy. You’d be much better off, the less you thought about her.

Despite knowing that, you couldn’t help it. And despite seeing that crack in the Green Goblin exterior at her little brother’s words, you didn’t have much hope for her. You don’t think they’d let her out of prison even if you could find a cure, somehow. The fact of it was that Gwen Stacy’s life was over. She had no hope of a future in this world, the Goblin had destroyed that. All you could do was remember her and hope beyond anything that in one of those alternate dimensions, you and Gwen were happy together.

The thought of it played on your mind every day, a lingering pain that stung at your eyes. You thought about it so much that you had even imagined the world where Gwen had never become the Goblin, where you and your Gwen were happy. It was a suffocating image, one without any hope of being true, but you couldn’t help thinking about it.

Even as you fought villain after villain, petty criminal after petty criminal, you thought about it. Even now, as you were swinging around a bridge, dodging all the debris this villain was throwing your way, it played on your mind.

It was a distraction, and it was one you needed to get rid of.

That much became certain as the villain you were facing, Tombstone, managed to get a hit on you, sending you flying across the bridge. You landed on a car with a groan, the windshield cracking below you, and you rolled your eyes as the person in the car held a hand on their horn until you managed to climb off, a distinct Arachnid-shaped dent left in the bonnet.

Well, that would be aching tomorrow, that much was for sure.

He grinned where he was stood across the bridge from you, showing off his filed teeth, as if trying to intimidate you with the pointy edges of them.

“You’ve been a formidable foe, Arachnid,” Tombstone says, his voice barely a whisper above the wind, but you can hear him perfectly. You suspect he knows as much, and that only makes you nervous. “But I think it’s time for our battle to come to an end.”

“I actually agree.” You respond, stretching your aching back and feeling a bone shift when it definitely shouldn’t. You can’t help but wince, gritting your teeth and glaring over at Tombstone across the bridge.

You’re getting tired of these villains, of their constant spiel about how the world should be, about how everything should be how they wanted it to be. What was so wrong with the human population that everybody couldn’t just get along? Surely, if everybody got along, listened to each other, the world’s problems would be solved. But then again, this is New York, and it’s a city in which greed is bred.

A light press against your webshooter has you slinging high up on the bridge, staring down at Tombstone as he watches you intently. You’re planning your next move, considering all the variables, when a burst of orange manifests into the air behind him. He looks confused as you falter in your web slinging, dropping slightly before you catch yourself, and he turns around just in time to receive a curled fist to the face, courtesy of a familiar man in a red and blue suit.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You murmur, lowering yourself to the bridge to approach this Spiderman, glaring at where Tombstone stands, straining against a red barrier that had materialised from the device Spiderman had placed at his feet.

“I hate that guy!” The familiar voice of Peter B. Parker says, shaking his fist as he hops slightly from one foot to the other, his lenses squinted before he finally turns to acknowledge you. “That guy sucks.”

Your brows are furrowed, eyes squinted behind your lenses as you stare at Peter, confused. This Tombstone guy isn’t an anomaly, is he? While you hadn’t faced him before, you knew that there had been a battle between him and another vigilante down in Hell’s Kitchen. And he knew your name, hadn’t been calling you Spiderman like the last anomaly. So why was he here?

Peter sighed, as if he was disappointed to be met with your confusion. “You got a place, kid? Or a burger joint, maybe?”

With that same amount of confusion, you nodded, brows furrowed as cops came to collect Tombstone, who was still in a fit of rage. You can just barely hear him swearing to get you back, both of you, through the barrier. Peter gestured a hand forwards for you to lead the way, and with slight hesitation, you swung off with him following.

Now, the two of you are sat in a Shake Shack, despite you wanting to head back to the offices you were set up in. Peter had ordered two burgers, one for you and one for him, though you had decidedly rejected the one he pushed towards you. He had only shrugged, and accepted it onto his own plate.

“My wife’s pregnant, can’t even stand the smell of these.” Peter groans, stuffing what must’ve been at least a quarter of the burger in his mouth. You just nod at his statement, though you had to admit you were slightly surprised that this guy was going to be a dad. But then again, you’re pretty sure you can remember your dad scoffing down his favourite food in a similar way. “Now listen,” He continues, speaking with his mouthful and paying you no mind as you cringe at the sound. “Miguel wants to strike a sort of… deal with you.”

“Okay?” You respond, brows furrowed. You look around the place, uncomfortable with all the people staring at Arachnid in a booth beside an old man stuffing his face. The lenses of your mask squint with you as you look at Peter, waiting for him to add anything on to explain his statement. “Then why’d he send you?” You ask, at last, when Peter makes no move to speak of his own free will, too engrossed in his second burger.

Peter held up a finger, gulping down a sip of his strawberry milkshake. “Said something about this being good practice for me,” Peter eventually answers, flashing you a smile. “You know, being a new dad and all.”

He seems to realise quickly that that was the wrong thing to say as your eyes narrow further, visible only through the shift of your lenses. The last thing you need is some random guy trying to father you. Even just the idea of it irritates you, makes the very blood rushing in your veins feel hot with anger. You had a dad, and look what good that did you. He’s gone.

Not to mention the implication of you being a child! You’re far from being a kid. You’ve been looking after yourself for some time now just fine. Whatever deal Miguel wants to strike with you is because they need you. Not the other way around. You knew that you shouldn’t have let that Spider-doctor fix you up.

“I’m not some kid. I don’t need you lot, you need me. Don’t get it all twisted, Peter.” You respond as he continues to look like a deer in headlights, clearly kicking himself for revealing what Miguel had said. You keep your voice low, fighting to stay unheard with the quietened air in the diner. “Now hurry up and tell me about whatever bullshit deal you want to strike with me, so I can say no and we can go our separate ways.”

“Kid,” Peter sighs, before immediately wincing as he realised he just directly disregarded your statement about not being a kid. “Sorry, Arachnid,” He corrects, settling his hands on the table in front of him, finally taking a break from his almost-finished food. “Nobody’s saying you can’t do this.”

“Sounds like that’s exactly what you’re saying.” You mutter, averting your eyes from Peter and instead narrowing your lenses at the people still staring in your direction.

“All we’re saying is that you shouldn’t have to do this alone,” He continues, ignoring your interruption with nothing but a quirked brow. “It’s a tough job. Everybody needs someone to look out for them, you know? It’s in our nature to feel responsible for everything around us, as Spider-people. But you can’t carry the whole weight of the world on your shoulders, it’s too much!”

You stare blankly at him, remaining unimpressed with his whole speech.

Peter sighs once more, looking at you with hesitant hope that you’ll come around. Unfortunately, you’re not about to let these people think that you’re incapable. If anything, Peter’s little speech was just adding fuel to your fire. You liked proving people wrong — it’s what you thrived on. You needed to prove them wrong. Because if you didn’t, what did that make you? You couldn’t let people be right about their assumptions of you. If you couldn’t prove everybody wrong, then that meant some of the things people said about you were right. And with the amount of people who accused you of being responsible for more deaths than you saved, who portrayed you as a menace rather than a vigilante, who said you weren’t worthy of your powers, who said whatever divine intervention had given them to you was wrong, you couldn’t let them be right. You wouldn’t.

“I already told you people. I’m not interested.” You spit out at him, feeling your frustration brimming over the edge. Why would nobody just trust you? Was that so much to ask? You understand that you had made mistakes, that you had cost people their lives, but you were trying. Why couldn’t that just be enough?

Peter says nothing as you slide out of the booth, stomping your way out of the Shake Shack as if you were some kind of grumpy teenager. He could only hope that his unborn child was a less grumpy teen, but then again, he was pretty sure you had every right to be miserable. Correcting himself, he could only hope that his unborn child never experienced your reasons for being so miserable.

You make your way towards your office building, swinging through the streets whilst doing your best to keep your heightened hearing down. You really didn’t want to have to deal with anything else, tonight. All you wanted was to get back, to put on the only clothes other than your suit that didn’t make you want to crawl out of your skin. Even if it was just for an hour, you’d take it.

While you had gotten used to how quiet it was in the building a long time ago, you couldn’t help but think that tonight, it felt almost… eerie. There was something tingling, buzzing at the very base of your skull, but even as you strained your hearing, your sight, everything, you couldn’t detect anything out of place. Everything seemed normal, so you couldn’t understand why you were so on edge! It couldn’t just be Peter’s presence, surely, because he posed no threat to you. So what was going on?

Picking up your backpack filled with belongings, you stared around at the empty office, the breeze that flowed through the open window sending a shiver down your spine, even though you weren’t feeling cold. Something wasn’t right. You just couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Hello? Anybody there?” You call out, straining your hearing once more, trying to listen out for even the slightest sound. A movement, a breath, anything, even as you couldn’t help but think that this was the most cliché horror movie like moment that you had experienced to date. Still, you heard nothing, but that nagging feeling didn’t dissipate, and you quickly lost all desire to change out of your suit.

The unease you felt only grew stronger as you stood there, unsure what to make of the feeling. It was quickly growing towards being overwhelming, but you didn’t know what to do.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to make a decision.

Unfortunately, the decision was made by one of the very people you were trying to prove yourself to.

Peter B. Parker — or at least, you were pretty sure it was him — swung through the very same window you had, only to grasp a hold on your arm and pull you out of the window as he jumped straight back out of it.

Now, you had been Arachnid for a long time now. You had gotten used to the swinging, to the way your stomach dipped and your throat tightened, but you had never experienced it where you weren’t the one in control. Finally, you understand why people you brought to safety had, on occasion, thrown up immediately after you set them down on their feet again. The feeling of falling, of having no choice but to trust somebody else to catch you, it was terrifying.

But what was infinitely more terrifying was the way that the very floor of the building you had just been stood on exploded.

The blaze was blinding, even with your lenses protecting your eyes, but the noise that came moments later was much, much worse. And sure, you had been around explosions before, but never one that big, never so close. And never so unprepared for one.

Your ears were ringing, and you vaguely realised that you had become dead weight in your shock, with Peter struggling to keep his grasp on your arm firm. After a moment, you had the sense to grab his forearm in return, trying to assist him in holding you up. He didn’t seem as effected by the explosion in comparison to you, and you wondered if he’d had the time to put earbuds in his ears as you had sometimes done before a fight. Either way, you were insanely envious as the pain in your ears increased, leaving you struggling to focus on holding on to Peter.

When he set you down, which couldn’t have been more than a minute after he had grabbed you, considering you could still see the office building smouldering, you had to hold a hand over your mouth even over your mask, trying to rid yourself of nausea. Smoke was leaking into the darkening sky, and you saw the flash of sirens below, but heard nothing other than the distinctive ringing that felt like it was melting your brain.

Peter’s hand was squeezing your shoulder, and after a moment in which you didn’t acknowledge him, he was gripping your other shoulder with his spare hand, shaking you the slightest bit. You looked up at him with a groan, squinting past the floating lights in your vision to see that his mouth was moving, no sound coming out. You shook your head, trying to get rid of that incessant ringing, but it didn’t work. You dropped your chin to your chest again, hands bracing against your ears as if they could ease your pain, and you didn’t make a move as Peter removed one hand from your shoulder.

Mere moments later, the same tingling you had felt before the building you were in exploded returned, stronger, more intensely. Your head snapped up, frantically looking around, paying Peter no mind as he spoke into the orange-glowing watch on his wrist. You breathed through your nose, trying not to cough at the smoke permeating the air, and you just managed to push Peter over the edge of the roof of the building, with you diving after him, as another explosive went off.

That explosion was smaller than the last one, and the only reason you had managed to avoid it was because you knew it was coming. You knew what the alarm bells in your head were trying to tell you now, and you spotted the projectile just seconds before it reached your feet.

Part of you was glad that your senses were dulled from the first explosion — your hearing, especially, as it meant you were less effected by the close-range on this one. You saw Peter’s eyes widen as he looked up above you at where the explosion had just occurred. You just about managed to web him before shooting a web towards the next building, feeling something in your shoulder pull sharply with his extra weight and the suddenness of the move.

You squinted down at him as he gripped the web attached to his chest with one hand, his lips moving more frantically as he spoke to a hologram projected by the watch on his other hand.

“Shit, what is going on?” You asked, though mostly to yourself, but the only way you could tell you had even voiced the words was by the way they rumbled out of your throat. That explosion had messed up your hearing, for the moment, anyway, and you quickly realised that with your slow healing and the ringing in your ears, this fight was going to be majorly difficult.

You only had a moment to think that, before something snapped the web that was holding you to the building, sending both you and Peter falling through the air. Embarrassingly, you’re pretty sure that you let out a yell of some sort.

All the air was knocked out of you the next second as something hurtled into you, sending you careening towards the windows of the closest building. Peter, for a moment, had a shocked expression on his face, before he seemingly realised what was going on, smiling and letting out a string of words that you didn’t hear. You groaned as your sore back collided with the window, smashing upon your impact, and you were sent sprawling over a desk, a monitor breaking underneath your sudden weight.

Yet again, there was a hand against your shoulder, and you paid it no mind as your head dropped back, thudding against the desk. You couldn’t help but groan, the duress that your back had been under today was certainly taking its toll, leaving your whole spine throbbing with pain. On top of that, you were struggling to catch your breath, and with the sudden adrenaline provided by the spider-sense fading, the intensity of the pain in your ears was increasing.

Finally, you managed to peel your eyes open to see a concerned Peter B. Parker looking at you, with Miguel O’Hara stood beside the shattered window, staring out menacingly, as if daring whoever it was to attack again. Peter said something else, squeezing your shoulder, and all you could do in response was hold up one thumb.

Miguel seemingly barked out an order over his shoulder, and a moment later, you were squinting against the bright orange light of a portal.

Peter was hauling you to your feet, leaning to hold one of your arms over his shoulder, practically carrying your weight towards the portal looming ahead. “No, no, wait,” You said, and you felt the way your words slurred as you became slightly delirious with a mixture of pain, adrenaline, and desperation. “Stop, I gotta—”

He only shook his head, before tipping the two of you forward until you both fell into the portal.

The dizzying feeling of inter-dimensional travel definitely didn’t help the pounding in your temples, nor the nausea you had previously been feeling, and you had no choice but to try and focus on Peter’s grip on you as you squeezed your eyes shut. When the world finally stopped spinning, or feeling like it was falling away around you, you opened your eyes just enough to take note of where you were — which was back in the Infirmary of the Spider Society HQ.

You shook Peter off, standing on your own weight and waving him away when he tried to assist you as you swayed once more. You glared, eyes narrowed, and turned to head straight back through the portal you had come from, only to see it close before your very eyes.

The same Spider-Doctor from the last time you were here snapped a band around your wrist, and you squinted down at the red and blue band. It made you feel lighter, even slightly, which felt good on your aching bones and muscles. You opened your mouth to speak as the Spider-Doctor led you to sit down on an empty bed with white sheets, but you vaguely saw the way his mask shifted as he presumably spoke. You couldn’t tell what he was saying with his mask on, but a minute later, you felt a sharp prick against the inside of your elbow.

You just about had the lucidity to murmur “You fucker—” before you succumbed to the weight of your eyelids.

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When you woke up, it was to a throbbing pain in your forehead, that only got worse when you tried to open your eyes. At the very least, you were glad to have your hearing returned to you, albeit slightly muffled, which you were only aware of because the sound of voices across the room was the reason for you waking.

“I’m just saying, maybe knocking the kid out wasn’t the greatest idea!” Peter B. Parker’s annoyingly loud voice says, slightly high pitched in the end. Who he was saying it to, however, you couldn’t say, not without opening your eyes. And that didn’t feel like a good idea, the lights even with your eyes closed feeling like too much.

Instead, you just groan, bringing your hand up to rest over both of your eyes. “It wasn’t a great idea.” You say through gritted teeth, more than annoyed over the situation you found yourself in. Honestly, what did these people have against leaving you be? Why did they think they had any right to tell you what to do, or how to handle things, or to overrule you when it came to your own treatment?

“Hey, kid!” Peter responds, drawing the letters out in that typical oh shit voice. From the snippet of the conversation you had caught, at least he was seemingly trying to advocate for your consciousness. However, that didn’t change the fact that he was there when that Spider-Doctor knocked you out. No, you were still pissed. And when you got your hands on that doctor? He was in for it.

Any other thoughts or feelings on the matter were overturned when you realised that your hand was resting over your eyes, not the lenses of your mask.

Who do these people think they are?

You open your mouth to jump into a rant on that exact subject, on the audacity that they all have, but find yourself silenced by somebody grabbing onto your free wrist, and seemingly dropping your mask into your hand. You feel it until you’ve got it the right way around, and then pull it over your face.

The lights are much more bearable with your lenses back over your eyes, but it’s still painful, and still worsens that pounding in your head. But it does mean that you can see who’s around you; Peter, Miguel and the Spider-Doctor. You have half the mind to leap at that doctor, but Miguel is raising placating hands in your direction before you can make the move to do so.

“Let’s all calm down.” Miguel says, placing his hands on his hips when your eyes only narrow at him.

“What is wrong with you? Who gave you people the right to—to take off my mask? To knock me out? Hell, to come to my universe and get in my business!” You practically yell out, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the way your back hurts with the movement and glaring when the three of them step forward to help you.

“If Peter hadn’t gotten there when he did, you would’ve died.” Miguel responds plainly, seemingly aggravated by your irritation. One of his arms is raised in a gesture towards the man, who smiles almost guiltily, as if helping you was a crime. Which, in your mindset, it might as well have been. “There was an anomaly, a villain from another dimension targeting you.”

“I can handle myself.” You spit out, though the way the room spins when you stand is almost a direct contrast to your words. Your blood is rushing through your veins, and you realise that there’s a machine beeping next to you, increasing in frequency. As you look, you realise it’s measuring your heart rate, and you yank wires off of you that you hadn’t even noticed before, as if they were exposing you somehow. “And that doesn’t give you the right to take off my mask. Who does that?”

Spider-Doctor raises his hands, as if surrendering, though seems unintimidated by the way your glare switches to him. “It was necessary. Your hearing was severely damaged by the explosion, you needed treatment. You have dampening-buds in your ears now, while your healing catches up.” While that sounds reasonable, it only makes you angrier. Why did these people even care if some anomaly killed you? If your hearing was damaged? Why did they insist on bothering you?

Miguel sighs, pinching his nose, before he lifts his head up to speak to you again. You just about stop yourself from making a snotty comment about his attitude. You didn't even want to be here, and here he was, acting like dealing with you was such an inconvenience to him. It was frustrating. “Your universe seems to be at some sort of epicentre of anomalies, and we don’t know why. Yet.”

“We’re just trying to keep you safe. You can’t deal with all of those anomalies alone, nobody can. Sometimes, you need a team.” Peter says softly, like he could convince you of the matter. “Believe me, you don’t want to learn that the hard way.” He adds on, smiling almost hesitantly, as if there’s a memory he’s thinking of connected to his own words.

You’re sighing through your nose, your teeth gritting together as you regard them. “Okay, fine, you want to come take out your anomalies, or whatever? You do that. But anything more than that isn’t welcome.” You say, at last, your eyes narrowed towards them as you wait for their responses.

You still don’t really understand it, any of it, but it’s becoming clear that you have no choice but to deal with these people. Apparently, they were not budging on all of this stuff, which — fine, so long as they stay out of your way. The last thing you need is a bunch of Spider-people stepping on your toes, or making you seem incapable in front of the citizens of your own dimension when in the end, they’ll all up and leave.

After all, you can remember your mother telling you how important it is to do things yourself. The moment you start accepting help, you relax, and when they decide they don’t want to help you anymore? You’re screwed, your sense of independence reduced to ashes. And as Arachnid, there’s far too much at stake to risk that happening.

“Here,” Miguel says, only nodding his agreement — or at least, that’s what you assume the nod was for. He throws a watch towards you, and you catch it with some confusion. “In case you see any anomalies before we do.” He explains as he watches you fiddle witht he watch in both hands, glaring down at it as if it was offensive. He’s relatively satisfied when you relax at that explanation. While Miguel doesn’t voice what else it’s for, knowing you’d only get irritated and refuse the watch, he’s silently hoping that you’ll understand. It’s so you can come to them, if you need them. They can only hope that they’ll be able to tell you that, one day, before it’s too late, without the offer scaring you off.

“So, I’m good to go?” You ask, looking between the three Spider-Men still staring at you and the watch you hesitantly clasp around your wrist. They nod, or, Peter and Miguel do, while the Spider-Doctor throws his hands in the air, exasperated.

“That dimension is yours,” Peter says, leaning over to see the screen of your watch. “The button at the bottom will input this dimension as the destination. Just press that,” He points to another button, “To open the portal to whichever dimension has been typed in.”

You nod, still pissed that he’d let the Spider-Doctor knock you out, but at least you didn’t give him a snarky comment. Instead, you just pressed the button to go back to your own dimension, and stepped through the portal the moment it was big enough for you to go through.

You didn’t expect for him to follow you through.

“Hey, listen,” Peter says, almost reluctantly, as if he doesn’t want to upset you. When you turn to him, he raises his hands, as if to further prove that sentiment. “I am sorry that he knocked you out, I didn’t know he was going to do that.”

“Okay, fine, apology accepted.” You say, flatly, turning to survey where exactly you are. It doesn’t take you long to notice the remains of the building you had been camping out in, the building charred and the air still thick with all the smoke that had been produced.

“I wasn’t done,” Peter sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose momentarily. “I also wanted to say that I’m sorry about your building. And I wanted to ask, well, mention about how when Doctor-Peter took off your mask, he noticed you don’t have anything protecting your ears, like other Spiders with your level of enhanced hearing do.”

You turn to stare blankly at him, while mulling through where exactly you’re going to stay in your head. If you’re being honest, you’re not paying his words much mind. So what, you don’t have anything protecting your hearing? Sure, sometimes you had stuffed earbuds into your ears when you knew you were going into a rough fight, but you didn’t know when some psycho exploded your building right in front of you. Plus, it’s not like you have unlimited resources to figure out some way of protected your ears under your mask while also letting you effectively use your hearing.

“Okay? And?” You ask, voice edging on the side of boredom. In all honesty, you just want to be left alone. You want to put on your comfy clothes, curl up into a ball and go to sleep so you can dream of a world where everything is okay. The likelihood of that happening is small, but not impossible, right?

“Well,” Peter hesitates then, which piques your interest the slightest bit. “Here, I had these made back when my hearing was crazy sensitive, but it’s not anymore, so I got no use for them!” He says, holding out two blue and red earbuds in a clear case. “You gotta wait until your ears are healed up to use ‘em, but I figured they’d do you more good than me.”

For a moment, you’re ready to deny him. To glare and insist that you don’t need his help. But then, he had said that they were originally for him, and he didn’t need them any longer, so really, would it be so bad to take them? To accept this one thing? To allow yourself to be saved of this tiniest bit of pain?

“You’re sure?” You ask, likely the least aggressive you’d spoken to him, though that’s not to say that it was asked softly. You were still firm on not accepting their help, on doing your own thing, but you could accept this much, surely? It couldn’t hurt.

Peter smiles, a short laugh leaving him, and he waves the box towards you. “I’m sure!”

“…Thanks.” You say, shortly, as you accept the earbuds offered to you. He also hands you the backpack that you had lost track of after the attack, and you accept that far more quickly. You’re glad that it feels the exact same weight as it did the last time you held it, before you shove the earbuds into the opening and zip it back up.

There’s a portal still open on the rooftop the two of you stand on, and Peter backs up to go towards it almost reluctantly. “Also, if you need somewhere to stay—”

“Don’t push it,” You respond, quickly, cutting him off before he could finish what he was saying. He doesn’t take offence to your abruptness, and smiles with a nod, before he disappears into the portal. You stare out at the city around you, looking in the direction of another building you had been very reluctant to return to. “What is my life?” You ask yourself, rhetorically, because you don’t know how you’d even answer that.

You glance behind you to ensure the portal is closed, before jumping off the rooftop, freefalling, relishing in the way the cold wind soothes the pain in your back. Before long, though, you have to shoot a web to catch yourself. You head towards the only place you know will be suitable for you, but can’t shake the way the thought of it chills you.

All you can do is hope that this multiverse stuff will be over with, and soon.

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Creator x Destroyer. ♡

Sagau! Foul Legacy x Creator! Gn! Reader

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A/n: My poetic side came out this night.

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• The world thrummed with discord, a harsh dissonance echoing in the very fabric of Teyvat. As the creator, you felt it keenly - a tremor, a crack in your creation.

• Locating the source, you found yourself hovering above a desolate landscape ravaged by a crimson storm. In the swirling chaos, a figure fought with a primal ferocity.

• It was Childe, or rather, Foul Legacy.

• Foul Legacy didn't possess Childe's usual mocking grin. Its face was a mask of cold fury, its movements mechanical, fueled by a raw, destructive power.

• Yet, you saw a flicker, a fleeting moment where the crimson energy seemed to dim, revealing a sliver of blue beneath. Briefly, the eyes locked with yours, a desperate plea flashing within their depths.

• Confused, you reached out, calming the storm with a thought. The world stilled, the crimson fading to reveal a kneeling Foul Legacy, its monstrous form trembling.

• You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Though destructive, it wasn't inherently evil. It was a part of Childe, warped by his past and the Abyss.

• "Why did you cause such destruction?" your voice resonated in the empty space.

• Foul Leagacy didn't speak, its roars and growls replaced by a chilling silence. You knelt before it, offering a hand.

• "Don't be afraid," you said gently, sensing the turmoil within. The monstrous being hesitated, then hesitantly reached out, a single claw brushing your outstretched palm.

• It was a small touch, but the world seemed to sigh in relief. You felt a surge of warmth, a strange connection to this being.

• It was a connection unlike any you'd experienced with your creations before, almost…affectionate? You dismissed it as your own projection, a desire to understand this part of Childe.

• "You're strong," you admitted, "but strength isn't everything. Perhaps... you could find another way to use your power."

• Foul Legacy seemed to ponder this, then slowly withdrew its hand. It bowed its head, a gesture that surprised you.

• Before you could press further, a surge of energy pulled you back. You reappeared in your sanctum, the echoes of Teyvat's unease a dull thrum in your mind.

• Meanwhile, Childe, stripped of Foul Legacy's power, lay unconscious in his Snezhnayan quarters. When he awoke, a strange feeling lingered - an echo of warmth, a memory of an oh-so tender touch.

• He dismissed it as a fever dream, yet couldn't shake the feeling that he'd interacted with you, the creator. His creator, in some form. A blush crept onto his face, a sensation entirely new and unnerving.

• Oblivious to Childe's internal turmoil, you continued to observe Teyvat, your gaze lingering on Snezhnaya for a moment longer. The strange connection to Foul Legacy puzzled you, but it also sparked a newfound curiosity about Childe himself.

• Perhaps, you mused, there was more to him than just his destructive tendencies.

• Little did you know, your gentle touch had awakened a spark within the Harbinger, a devotion that transcended his human form. As Foul Legacy, Childe would continue to fight, but now, a new purpose bloomed - to be worthy of your touch, to earn a place in the world you created.

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Its my 1st time writing smth oike this, have some mercy please—

【Part 2.】

Published: July 21, 2024. 7:02pm.

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summary: You and Kyle are no longer two small kids running around in the flower garden, you've graduated and he's a Sergeant. Despite being each other's childhood love, you haven't spoken in years. What happens when life forces you back together again?

pairing: Gaz x childhood love! fem!Reader

warnings: swearing, alcoholism, mentions of grief/depression

a/n: this is it, we are at the end! thank you to all who have shown this series love and I hope you enjoy :)

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After Kyle's offer to spend the holiday, you stopped responding completely. Something about him saddened you. Whenever you picked up your phone to text, you were overcome by an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. When Kyle went back to university, you politely called his mother. "I know this sounds harsh but please tell Kyle not to visit me, it's too hard to see him right now," you spoke shakily. She tried to protest but you pleaded with her to follow your request. "Okay, Y/N, but please you have to see him sometime," and with that, she hung up the phone.

For the next five years, you would never see Kyle again. In the fall of 2015, you received word that he was graduating. Apparently, he had done so at the top of his class. His parents offered you the opportunity to come but you refused. Instead, you sent a bouquet of mountain laurel (ambition), purple cornflower (strength and health), coronilla (success crowns your wishes), and eucalyptus (protection). Weeks later, he texted saying he missed you and with a thank you for the bouquet. As you saw his smiling face with your bouquet in hand, you couldn't help but feel a piercing sense of sadness.

At the end of the school year, you left sixth form and were granted admission to the prestigious University of Oxford. No one thought you could do it but you were revived by the notification of your acceptance that November. You quietly went through the declaration of a major, deciding on Classics and English. Delilah's parents made sure you had the proper financials to attend and offered to manage the shop and home while you were 2 hours away in Oxford. By now, Lila was 20 and able to fully run the shop on her own. You fought with yourself over this decision before Delilah's parents sat you down and told you that you were going. You trusted them and they pushed you to leave, far away from your small town with shattered memories.

The next three years were uneventful, uni was divided into three terms and you would always return to your empty home during holiday. You took solace when you were at home and went about helping Lila with the store. Lila helped you when you needed her most. She kept you updated as you read your book assignments in your flat and collected the mail for you in your absence. As she promised, whenever you arrived home, there would be a pile of mail waiting for you. You would flip through the junk mail until you always found a postcard or letter addressed to you. Sometimes it was from the Garricks, wishing you well and hoping you would visit Manchester sometime. The other half of the time were letters from Kyle. When you were in sixth form, the letters were angry. He was hurt that you pushed him away and begged for you to talk to him. He asked why you stopped calling and told his mother to never visit. Once you transitioned to Uni, there were letters reminiscing over old memories and some updates on how he was doing. One time, you received a letter saying, "I did it, Y/N. I set a record," and you knew this was about his dream of joining the prestigious SAS. This letter sat on top of another card. Upon your graduation, he sent you a congratulations card with it. Inside it read,

"An old buddy of mine had a sibling graduate from Oxford and I saw your name in the program. Congratulations, flower girl! Just know that my family and your mum are so proud of you. Write me back when you get this!"

As you read the card, a part of you wanted to reply. You even went too far as to rummage some old stationery from your mum's room. However, when you went to write something on the page, you couldn't bring yourself to. And so in a vicious cycle, you always told yourself you would write or text back but the letters kept piling up in a drawer. Eventually, 4 years passed and you were home again, a degree and the forgotten pile of letters waiting for you.

In all reality, your Classics and English degree just offered you a distraction. You know we're working full-time to expand your mother's business. Both you and Lila had expanded to primarily online orders and offered shipping overseas. Your mother would be proud to see what a businesswoman you were.

That May you were helping Lila prepare a large order for a baby shower. You threw around baby's breath and wisterias for everlasting love and a welcoming invitation. She fashioned a crown out of the stems and presented it to you. "For my queen of the flowers," she said and you let out a hearty laugh. Lila had become like your older sister these last few years as was the only one who made you laugh like this. "Why thank you, madame," you said and bowed in return. As you began to clean up, you noticed your phone had lit up with a new voicemail. You leaned over and saw it was from Kyle. You could feel your face grow pale at the icon.

"Um Lila, I'll be right back," you said before pushing the backdoor open. You felt the warm afternoon sun on your face as you stared at your phone. You wrestled with the idea of answering it. Based on his last few correspondences, he was pleading for an answer but respected your wishes to not see him until you were ready. You sighed as you clicked the voicemail box.

"You have 1 NEW MESSAGE. Hey, Y/N it's been a while," you could hear him start to say. He sounded older, no longer having the squeaky voice like before. You couldn't imagine what he looked like now. "I know you said to give you time but I just wanted to call, it's been like what? Five years now. Anyways, I don't know what you've been up to or if this is even still your number but I'm back indefinitely. I'll be working in London so just call if you want to meet up. I could even come out to the country for some lemonade. I miss you and," you listened attentively to the last three words. "I love you."

You were a coward. Despite his message, you never responded. Just like the letters, seeing Kyle was too difficult. It was an insurmountable feat. You thought too much time had passed since you last spoke and he was a completely different person now. You drank yourself to sleep as you tried to force all memory of him out of your mind. Kyle deserved the best, better than you and your sad life could ever offer him. He left you another voicemail that you never listened to.

In October, you invited Lila over for some wine and butternut squash soup. You both formed a routine of weekly dinners and drinks. Eventually, you both settled up on the couch to flip the channels. News broke of the attack at Piccadilly later that evening. You both sat discussing plans for the upcoming autumn collection when you were interrupted by an emergency broadcast.

"What the hell?" you said as your eyes began to read the words on the screen. it notified the public of a situation at the Piccadilly Circus in London and your heart sank.

"Oh my god, all those people," Lila said and clasped her hands tightly together. Your ears started to ring as you remembered, Kyle, Kyle is in SAS, Kyle is in the SAS unit in London, KYLE IS IN LONDON. You fumbled for your phone as Lila spoke but you couldn't hear her. I have to make some calls.

You ran into the kitchen, leaving voicemail upon voicemail for him but to no avail. You silently cursed to yourself for never to returning his calls or letters. What if he was there? What if he got caught in the ensuing attack? Your mind flooded with worry as you dialed his mother. When she picked up you shouted, "Is he okay?" "We don't know dear but we'll keep you updated," she said and in the background, you could hear her husband attempting to find their son through emergency services. "I know we haven't spoken in a while," you swallowed, "but if you hear from him, tell him that I love him."

That night you couldn't sleep. You checked your phone constantly in hopes of receiving any good news. Around midnight, your phone buzzed with a text. It was from Kyle's dad, "His captain says he is safe but he's been reassigned, says we won't be hearing from him anytime soon." You sighed in relief but the text was cryptic. As you lay in bed, you wondered where the hell Kyle was going.

Weeks passed as London recovered, you checked the news constantly for updates and talked to Kyle's parents daily. Apparently, it wasn't a surprise to not hear from him for months on end. You felt guilty as you wished you stayed in touch for their sake. In all these years, you forgot that he was their son too and they had both lost their parents.

While they returned to civilian life, you were wracked with guilt as you plucked flowers from the greenhouse. This was your newest addition to the home and it housed flowers that were difficult to harvest in the fall and winter months. As you gently cut delicate periwinkles and daffodils and added them to the basket, you sighed at the blossoming petals. You picked a periwinkle and crushed it in your hand. With your hand sticky with syrup and pollen, you let out a few tears. As they mixed with the sickly blue color of the crushed petals, you silently begged the universe to bring Kyle home. You would trade all of this- all your flowers and the shop, just to have him home safe in his parent's arms.

It was early December and you were managing the shop alone. Lila had gone on holiday with her family and you worked tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming festivities. It was warm in your store as you turned the sign signaling you were closed for the day. You went to the back to prepare some orders for the next day and hummed a carol as you worked. Just as you bunched another wreath together, you could hear the door's bell chime. "Sorry I don't know if you saw the sign, but we're closed," you said, emerging from the back room. When you saw who it was, you almost dropped the pine leaves in your hand.

"Long time no see," he said and you saw him, it was Kyle. It was him, aged five years, looking tall and broader than you remembered him. Stubble adorned his face as his lips curved into a smile. You eyed his bruised knuckles and scarred forearms, taking in every piece of him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, cautiously. "Do you want the long or the short version?" he replied and took a step towards you. Soon, he was standing in front of you, a hand gently placed on your cheek. He looked at you and you nodded silently agreeing to his actions. You softened to his touch as he placed his other hand on your waist.

"Either," you breathed in the small space you found yourself in. "Well, the short version is that I needed to do two things. The first is to pick up a wreath for my mother, and the second is because I've wasted too much time not doing this." Before you could reply, he leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours. Your eyes widened upon the sensation, tasting hints of hot chocolate on his tongue. He moved his hands to your back and pulled you into him. You quickly found yourself holding his biceps, feeling how strong he had gotten during all this time.

When you parted, you still maintained the embrace. You looked into his eyes, he was searching yours for a response. “I need a second,” you said as you rushed back into the prep room. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was clouded with a mix of emotions. Unlike when you left Kyle with a dying Nana, he followed you. “Y/N, talk to me,” he begged as you collapsed against a refrigerator holding cut flowers. “Why did you come here, Kyle?” you asked through tears, he joined you and held your hand as he explained. “I told you already,” he said softly but you wouldn’t accept that answer. “Why did you really come here?” you pleaded.

“I came here because I’ve loved you ever since I was a kid. I knew I loved you when you shoved your bouquet in my hands and explained to me every single one. I loved you when you caught me with your sticky hands and stuck marigolds in my hair. I tried to tell you when it was your birthday and I made that cake for you. I even dated someone who reminded me of you because I thought you only saw me as a friend. I spent the last 5 years trying to move on but whenever I fell asleep I would always dream of you smiling at me from a garden we planted together,” he said and your tears continued to fall as he described all the moments he was hopelessly falling for you. You couldn’t fathom how blind you both had been for all those years. Silence filled the air as Kyle held your hands tightly and you avoided his gaze. Finally, you found the strength to speak.

"I'm sorry," you began to say. "You're sorry?" he said confused, "Did I do something wrong?" You shook your head as you tried to escape his grip. "No, I'm sorry we grew apart. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I didn't go to your graduation and spend the holidays with you. I'm sorry for letting go," you whispered. You were ashamed to look at him and tried to leave his piercing gaze. He let go of you slightly, only to hold your chin to look up at him. "I'm sorry for leaving," he whispered back, "I learned a lot while I was gone. I lost good friends, I'm not letting another one get away," he finished before giving you a small kiss. You were speechless, a whirlwind of happy and melancholy emotions. Before Kyle could respond with concern you spoke for him. "Dogwood blossom, love undiminished by adversity."

"I'll do you one better," he said before pulling out a phlox blossom from his pocket. "Phlox, our souls are united." After two decades, you finally were able to kiss him, your Kyle, the neighborhood boy with marigolds in his hair.

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Piraña Trap★° ୭ ₊˙ ★﹗˚ ༘ 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐗 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: Follow Y/N Quinezel in the borderlands and see what she's up to with her wife Quinzel Warning This chapter will contain GORE 001. | next | masterlist

SUMMARY 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟒 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥;~ 2509 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

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Her breathe quicken as her e/c eyes darted towards the sky as she looked up confused trying to find everyone but nobody was there on the streets of Shibuya the jester girl stood up quickly confused and shocked her breathe quickening "Red Where did everyone go?" She said turning to find Ivy the bells from her jester hat jingling with each motion but Ivy wasn't there on the floor only her giant mallet laid on the floor "red?" She said quietly "RED! RED?!?!" She continued to scream "IVY! WHERE ARE YOU?" She cried out looking around in circles Y/N grabbed her mallet tightly "IVY! Nice Joke! Nice Prank! Haha Come on! Nice Joke Darling You can come out now" Y/N stared starting to hyperventilate.

A Call echoed from afar "Y/N? Y/N DARLING! WHERE ARE YOU" Y/N froze and yelled back hearing the familiar voice of her Fiancé "RED OVER HERE" "Y/N!" Hearing Ivy's voice calmed the girl down a bit while she heard some stretching and Rustling from her left she turned to see Ivy with a worried face while she was walking on some vines growing towards Y/N She rushed the plants to go to Y/N quickly who was smiling with small tears prickling her eyes "I thought you were gonna leave me again" She whispered while Ivy dropped to the floor engulfing Y/N in a hug shushing and wiping the girls tears "I would never leave you like him my wildflower" The jester nestled into the plants girl neck while Ivy raised her palm towards the plants nearby and picking Ivy and Y/N up to abandoned building rooftop while comforting the girl.

Y/N laid her head on Ivy's chest using her as a pillow while staring at the setting sun while night engulfed them both Ivy plaid with Y/Ns hair which was now out and her jester hat on the floor beside the two "Y/N I love you with all my heart" Ivy whispered "I love you with all my heart two no with like everything" she said happily while Ivy booped the girls nose a light beamed from a billboard 'Game This way' and arrow pointed towards an Aquarium which lit up brightly "heh?" "Game?" Y/N said reading the Katakana and Hirigana on the screen Ivy nodded "Maybe we can go seek help?" Ivy said raising an eyebrow but shrugging "or we can just join the game for fun if nobody helps us" Y/N nodded quickly putting her jester hat back on while it jingled "GAME GAME GAME GAME" she screamed with a giant smile.

Hopping onto Ivy's back with a grin Ivy laughed quietly and started to use the plants to carry them to the aquarium when they settled back down on the concrete they stared at the aquarium sign and entered through the doors walking forward they saw some fishes still swimming around along with other aquarium creatures they noticed a glowing light shining on a white circular table that said "One Per Person" laying on the table where some collars Y/N stared at Ivy who stared back at her both holding a evil grin "Now this is a game I think I'd like" Y/N said grabbing a collar putting it on while watching Ivy putting hers on both collars clicking and turned to their right to see a hallway that was contained with people wearing the same collars as the two standing quietly in an Acrylic Aquariums tunnel filled with fish and stingrays.

Walking to the entrance of the tunnel Ivy stared closely at the entrance staring long and hard to see lasers along with Y/N who didn't care and walked through with a smile Ivy joining in soon after both walking to a side of the hallway looking at the fish Ivy turned to Y/N who was just looking at the fish swimming around "Quinny" Ivy started but got interrupted by a mans shout "PEOPLE! Oh finally!" Peoples turned to the man who was wearing a T-shirt and Shorts with sunglasses on his head while the collar was stuck on his neck he rushed to the laser gate and shouted "Hey do you know what happened to everybody else?" Nobody replied back and looked away while Harley and Ivy shrugged "We don't know" Ivy said an womens voice was heard "Its a game... a horrible game" She said tying her blue hair in a pigtail she was gonna continue what she was saying but got interrupted by an Announcement was heard a Robotic women's voice echoed through the speakers while a giant TV appeared at the other end of the hallway "There are 16 participants... difficulty 6 of Clubs game?" The people froze confused.

"6 of clubs?" Y/N whispered furrowing her eyebrows whileas the lights went black and felt something move from under them People screamed and some crying while Y/N was just crossing her arms while Ivy just sighed. Landing easily on a metal floor Y/N went forward and felt something blocking her from going forward "RED?" She called out confused while hearing other peoples voice "Mika?" "CHIKARA?!?!" from two girls the lights turned on Y/N looked around to see all 16 people stuck in a long glass cylinder aquarium built for humans instead of Fish each separated from other participants.

Y/N turned to her right to see an man on his knees praying and Ivy on her left "red" She said Ivy stared at her touching the glass tubes wall while a voice echoed a screen showed on each persons Tube while all of them focused on the screen confused and scared the knock off Siri continued to speak

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Game: Aquarium Flood

Difficulty: 6 of Clubs

how the game works: 15 questions will be shown on the screen in front of you each answer your team gets correct the water will fill slowly than at a fast pace while each wrong answer water will fill in the tank quicker if your team has a losing streak of 3 wrong answers it is GAME OVER for your team.

If you don't get 14 Questions correct out of the fifteen or you have lower than that it will also be a GAME OVER for you...

Rules:

1. You cannot Cheat

2. You must communicate with your team if a player chooses a different answer than what there team chooses and it is wrong it's a game over for them if they got it right the "Team" will be the ones who lost the game.

3. You cant use weapons

4. No Escaping

5. Don't take of the collar or GAME OVER

You have 1 hour and 30minutes to complete the game before you are doomed for death

Good luck

___________________________

Everybody froze at this scared and confused while looking at each other the screen appearing with a question Y/N turned to Ivy who nodded at her while everybody was shaking and crying or just staring at a screen Y/N called out trying hard for the people to hear her through the glass which they did hear and turned to her "Okay Just focus on the questions! AND TRY NOT TO SCREW US THIS IS TEAMWORK!" The people all stared at the question before them nodding the guy with a T-shirt crying.

1. Which collective word refers to a group of fish?

A. A collection

B. A school

C. An army

a women spoke up "It's a school" everybody chose it while a ring was heard a scoreboard show 1/15 CORRECT Y/N cracked a grin "Lets go lady" She said clapping her hands all of them feeling some water starting to rise slowly "QUICK ANSWERS FOR THE NEXT ONE" Y/N shouted

2. Fish have no lungs. Instead, they breathe and pull air through which part?

A. Dorsal fins

B. Scales

C. Gills

The boy who was crying just shouted "GILLS" 2/15 CORRECT Y/N and Ivy where smirking at this simple questions but they know once they past the 10th mark it will be harder and more difficult.

3. Which of the following is NOT a reason why fish have colorful patterns on the skin?

A. To make them easier to catch

B. To attract mates

C. To hide them from predators

People cried out answers to Each Question

"QUESTION 3 IS A"

"QUESTION 4 IS C"

"QUESTION 5 C"

"QUESTION 6 B"

"Question 7 A"

When do porcupinefish inflate the bodies into a round shape by sucking in water?

A. When they have sex

B. When they digest food

C. When they face dangers

Y/N cracked a grin "When they face Dangers!" everybody pressed C and sighed seeing the water filling slower but they all heard a man cry in the corner when they heard the a siren lights turning read while robotic women's voice called out through the speakers.

Container 13 has Chosen the wrong answer they will now be eliminated

the water that was filling the peoples tubes was stopped while the screen went blank everybody froze Y/N stared at the blank screen quietly and turned back to the man seeing piranhas about to drop in his tank him crying out in pain "NO PLEASE NO" he begged while the water started to fill up quickly the piranhas dropped while he cried out.

Y/Ns jaw dropped and clapped her hands the water was above her waist people where scared and started to freak out while the man cried out " I THOUGHT IT WAS B! I SHOULD OF CHOSEN C" The group Turned to the screen and back at the man.

Y/N was shocked when seeing 300 Piranhas dropped down covering the whole tube each one puncturing their teeth into the mans flesh as he screamed under the water while blood started to leak from the bites some piranhas decided to go to his nose and bit it off the blood bleeding out as skin started to be ripped off and his clothes where ripping and he leaned to the back where more piranhas decided to bite his ears and hair while his chest was being eaten.

his screams for help muffling when his tongue got ripped out his body slamming forward to the start view of the glass walls eyes darting to a women who was shaking when he tried to open him mouth to scream but showed he no longer had his tongue but the piranhas where to quick Biting his body more and was being devoured right in front of that women who screamed shaking tears flowing down like a water fall while the water turned to an even darker shade red the mans face went back to the middle to Ivy, Harley and the preaching man his face half mauled and flesh ripped while his bones showing tissues of blood bones and some of his Organs wearing floating until a piranha finished the job by going to the guys floating organ that was still floating and ripped it out while the man dropped dead.

While they heard a draining from under to see the 300 Piranhas dropping down along with the dead mans body onto the flat floor and heard a ringing

PLAYER 13 ELIMINATED starting again

8/15 Correct

The group gulped when hearing the water starting to run again and all of them shouting the answers "It started way before the number 10" Ivy said turning to Y/N

11/15 Correct

Container 5 & 7 Has chosen the wrong answer they will be ELIMINATED

while they heard a scream turning to the two girls having the same faith as the man before Y/N felt the thrill of the game while Ivy didn't care really

Container 5 & 7 have been eliminated Continuing Game

13/15

container 3 Has been Eliminated continuing Game

The screen appeared after eliminating Container 3 Y/n giggled seeing the women cry out for help just like the others.

There was 12 people left and they only gotten one question wrong they where finally in the fifteenth question the water was up to everybody's neck by now all trying to get the collar out of the Waters reach to not be electrocuted to death. Ivy was breathing steadily while looking at Y/N who just shouted the last answer for the question pressing the answer quickly.

The water started to drain while Everybody collapsed back to the floor shaking there clothes wet while the collars fell off breaking while the lights went off feeling the floor removing again Y/N held there breathe as she dropped down with the other Participants going down as-well.

Feeling the water under her and feeling herself sliding Y/N opened her eyes seeing Ivy in the other tube beside her's Y/N waved widely with an grin.

As she felt her body drop once again and coughed looking up to see the night sky once again and a white table with a card taht had the 6 of clubs.

The 11 participants where all laying on the concrete panting, shaking, and most of all wet.

Y/n sat crisscrossed taking off their jester hat shaking her H/C hair with one side the tips dyed red and the other blue.

Y/N turned her head to Ivy who stood up coughing while Y/n turned to the blue haired girl from the start consoling a girl in a yellow dress. Y/N hummed standing up and walking to the table picking the card up and grinning turning to Ivy who nodded and Y/N hid it in her Bra and walking to Ivy.

Y/n picked Ivy up bridle style and started walking out the alley, Ivy giggled at this pecking the girls cheek "Let's go to a hotel?" Ivy said Y/N eyes shining brightly nodding quickly "Let's go" she said while Ivy grew a flower in her hands and placed it in Y/Ns Hair "I love you" Ivy whispered "I love you too Red" She whispered back while the two walked through an garden entrance to an abandoned hotel while the garden started to grow beautiful plants and flowers while Y/N and Ivy headed up to a room upstairs after stealing a key both flirting while walking up a staircase and finding there room they both went inside and let's say the night they had some fun... they played some board games.

They cuddled and gave each-other some kisses while chatting and talking about what they figured out so far and played with board games.

The two sat next to each-other finding some PJs in a drawer before and laid down in a bed cuddling Y/n Giggled "I love you Ivy" "I love you too Y/N" Both kissing each other and relaxing in each others arms while sleep took them away to rest.

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agspgrwasb · 2 years

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german!reader x cod mw2

german!reader entering the room (⁠・⁠–⁠・)

Soap: woah! woah! woah!, hey (reader), the day is so nice, why do you look angry?

german!reader: I'm not (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）

Soap: did someone pissed you off!?

german!reader: no (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）

Soap: well you look pissed, I mean you always look angry

german!reader: I'm not, and it's just my natural facial expression

german!reader: right könig?

König: yeah it's their neutral facial expression

Soap still questioning his self: why, how???

german!reader mumbling next to könig: maybe I should wear a mask like your's könig (⁠-⁠_⁠- )

König: haha (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

@justmare here some more german!reader hehe

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𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

loss. you always lose something. people have a habit of losing things . . . their phones, their keys, their wallets. some, their sense of humanity, or a loved one. things began to spiral the moment you lost your father due to gang violence. since then, you were not big of gangs. to you, they were all horrible. however . . . there a specific gang that made you question your feelings. the tokyo manji gang worked their way into your life and you weren't sure if this was a blessing or a curse . . . would you lose them, or would they inevitably lose you? reminder squad: @justmare , @denki1kirishima

𐙚⋆.˚ CHAPTER THREE.

trigger warning: abuse.

what is the purpose of being in a relationship?

yesterday was troublesome, wasn't it? the events seemed to flood in your mind even when you didn't want to. you walked home that afternoon alone. it didn't bother you, you did it often. but it ... was a bit weird knowing that your horrible boyfriend wasn't aware of it. he would text you and see if you made it home, but that was on odd days. so ... it felt a bit good. refreshing. you sat in class, attention focused outside as the teacher spoke. you couldn't help but think about the two from before.

mikey.

and ken-chin.

you still didn't know draken's name; you only heard mikey refer to him as kenchin. they were both amazing. it was people like them that made you wonder why you stuck around kiyomasa in the first place. he was nothing more but a bully. the bell rang, and you gathered your belongings as quickly as you could. holding the books to your chest, you pushed your chair in and headed for the classroom door. only to be stopped by a blond; beaten, and yet patched up.

" ah , good afternoon, l/n ... " takemichi spoke. his smile was soft, and he waved to you. you stared at him, the corners of your lips turning into a frown. you still felt sensitive seeing him like this. if only you acted a bit sooner.

" f/n , " you corrected him with a light smile, " you can call me by my first name. " he stood a bit awkwardly but then nodded. it's not like you two were complete strangers; he was your best friend's boyfriend, after all. you knew a lot about him from her, so it did feel like you two were friends.

" right, " takemichi nodded passionately, " f'/n".

the two of you walked down the hall, he wanted to speak with you, and you didn't mind it. but you knew what he was going to say. " thanks. for ... yesterday. " he sighed almost in defeat, " i ... appreciate it. really. " but he also didn't. he wanted to prove a point, and yet he failed himself. you hadn't known. " please don't apologize. " you sighed, " i didn't do much of anything to help. if i jumped in sooner, i could have saved you from a few hits. besides, it was the right thing to do. hina would have done the same thing. "

hina would have done the same thing.

you noticed him bite his lower lip, and his fists tightened slightly. " she's my friend. i would be a horrible friend if i watched her boyfriend get beat up, you know. " you commented with a smile, " on behalf of her, take better care of yourself! " you tried your best to mimic her voice. he couldn't help but snort, even if it was for a moment, and you joined in with him. " seriously though. she cares a lot about you. so please try to take care of yourself a little better. " your words must have reached him because his cheeks reddened for a moment and he nodded.

" yeah. and i care about her too. "

that was obvious. he did. she did. they cared for each other. you wouldn't know. the relationship you had with your boyfriend wasn't nearly as beautiful as theirs. he didn't look out for you, didn't walk with you to class, or hold your books. he didn't offer you any of his lunch, or offer to take you out after school. he didn't buy you flowers or kiss your head. he didn't ... make you smile. so ... does this mean that you were a bit jealous of these two?

no.

you didn't care for kiyomasa. it was fake love; he was strong, and strong men needed a beautiful spouse beside them. you happened to be the perfect fit. you floated down the hall like an angel. you were average height, with the perfect build. you had a lovely voice, and you were smart. you were admired by a few, and he wanted that power over you. you were a threat. because you weren't physically strong, you dominated him in other ways. so he felt intimidated. he wanted to leash you and hide you from the light. you were a flower, and he wanted to remove all signs of light and take the water you needed. he wanted you to eventually beg. crave for him, and depend on him. but that wasn't something that was on your agenda.

" oh. uh , this is my class. " takemichi pointed over, " i can walk you to yours, if you'd like .. " he smiled, and you were ready to decline the sweet offer. " i've got her. " a voice spoke, and you looked over, a slight squint of your eyes. a friend of kiyomasa, you've been around him a few times. but how did he manage to enter the school? there was a silence for a moment before you spoke up, " i'll meet up with you later, okay? " you smiled at takemichi who nodded, " yeah, uh , sure. " you began to follow the male, and takemichi went inside.

the bell rang, signaling that classes were starting. and you knew you wouldn't be in class. " he's pissed. " he spoke, and for a moment you felt your blood run cold. that's right. you were defiant yesterday, and you didn't have his back. you scoffed, " for what, exactly? " you were annoyed with this, and yet your fingertips trembled slightly. " oh, 'ya know. getting in the middle of the fight. getting him beat up, and shit ... he ain't pleased with 'ya. says he'll kill your ass. " you found yourself stopping near the stairwell of the school. the typical spot for delinquents.

and there he sat, man spread, with a cigarette between his lips. why didn't any teachers stop them from entering? they didn't attend here... so why would they go through the trouble just to bother you?

" what kiyomasa? " you spoke first, watching as he took a puff of the cigarette. his gaze hardened, " what? " he repeated, shocked at your horrible response. " don't fuckin' what me .. " he corrected you, fingers sliding around the stick to hold. then released a grey smoke cloud.

you really, really hated the smell of it.

and then he stood, after placing the cigarette between his lips again. your knees locked in place, and your heart began to thump in your chest. you could hear your heart in your ears as the gap closed between the two of you until he towered over you. he blocked the light, and you could hear a few snickers behind him. he was seriously a monster.

despite his fucked up face, you knew he was angry. and you knew you were about to get in a lot of trouble. and yet you couldn't move. couldn't speak. could barely breathe. and he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aggressively.

" your ass got me kicked, you know that? " he yanked at your arm, and your books scattered on the floor. you quickly grabbed at his forearm and tried to pry yourself from his hold, " i'm gonna kill you. " you were no match for this man. you struggled, face contorted in fear and yet there was a minor glimpse of hope.

strength.

and you managed to draw your hand back and slap him in the face. there was a silence, and you knew the boys behind him were shocked. the cigarette fell onto the floor, leaving a few ashes as your hands still trembled. and yet ... you knew you had to fight.

" get off of me! you have no right to grab me like this! " you were shocked at how clear your words was, and shocked that your body quickly acted. you stepped forward, and pressed your hand onto his chest to give a harsh push, " don't make me - "

" MAKE YOU DO WHAT? " his voice was sudden.

it boomed, and it was menacing. this was the voice he used yesterday with takemichi. right now, you weren't his girlfriend. but more so his enemy. with his hand still around your arm, he flung you to the ground, and your body met it instantly. you couldn't brace yourself, and you found yourself hitting your head on impact.

the lights blurred, and voices became a bit muffled. you didn't pass out, but you weren't aware of much at that moment. and yet you saw kiyomasa grab the cigarette from the floor and reapply it to his lips. and then you were grabbed and hoisted up by his crew. kiyomasa sat in his original spot, cheek red (despite it being bruised) from your hit.

and yet they pulled you along, and you struggled against them until you were forced on your knees in front of him, and your arms pinned behind your back. between his legs, and he merely stared at you in disgust. " look at me. " he murmured, using his hand to grab at the top of her head. his fingers dug into the roots of your hair, and he forced you to look at him.

" THIS IS THE SHIT THAT YOU DID. THIS IS YOUR FAULT."

" I'M THIS WAY BECAUSE OF YOUR WORTHLESS ASS. "

believe it or not, but he degraded you often. called you dumb, and weak. this kind of stuff wasn't new.

" I BET YOU WERE THE REASON THAT YOUR DAD GOT KILLED, HUH? "

but that ... that threw you off. the death of your father was a sensitive topic, and he knew that. and before you could open your mouth to speak against him, he smashed the side of your head into his knee.

" i ain't ask for you to talk , " he replied, " you used all your words yesterday. talkin' against me "

and he did the same thing but the blow landed on your mouth. your lip busts easily, and you let out a soft cry. it was a wonder you still had your teeth. " you do that shit again , " he spoke up again, benching the cigarette against his lips, " and i'll really, really kill 'ya. " and he pressed the bud against the open skin of your neck. you screamed, trying to pull away from him as he smudged the bud until the fire was out.

the fire died slowly, and you wondered what the symbolism for it was.

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you weren't on his good side. you weren't clear of your death threat, and you knew it. you were thankful that the damage wasn't as bad as last night. you pulled yourself off the floor, where they left you seconds before they exited the school. your head throbbed, and yet you pulled yourself onto your feet. your body ached, but you couldn't complain. those boys had it way worse. there were a few bruises on your arms and torso, and then your cheek from where he kneed you. your lip was busted and you took a deep breath.

your body was on fire.

your hand rubbed at the wound he inflicted only for you to wince and pull away. you pulled yourself together and exited, heading down the hall which slowly began to fill. to you, it didn't bother you. you just needed to get to the bathroom -

and yet you found yourself stumbling into the back of someone else. someone who was pretty tall. " i'm so sorry. " you spoke quickly, eyes trailing up the black cardign to come across a braid. ken-chin. he turned to look at exactly who bumped into him. and if you hadn't looked so helpless, you were sure he would have torn you apart.

but you were crying and didn't even notice you were. you were trembling like crazy, and you looked helpless.

the moment draken turned, you noticed takemichi, and mikey. hinata was there too, and you were curious about what was happening. but you couldn't form the words, " oi , you doin' alright? " draken asked, brows upturned as eyes were then focused on you. " y/n , " hina worriedly called out, " what happened? " she was worried for you, and the look on takemichi's face showed that he knew exactly what was wrong.

if you were normal, you'd beg takemichi to keep his mouth shut. but the lights were so bright, and the ringing in your ears wouldn't silence. your legs felt wobbly, and you felt like you were on the brink of passing out. " i'm , " your voice shook, " i'm alr - "

" HE HURT YOU, DIDN'T HE? "

takemichi admitted, and your eyes hazily adverted his way. in the process of your sight finding him, your eyes met mikey's, and he eyed you down easily. you didn't speak. couldn't say anything. and the answer was obvious.

" ken-chin. " mikey spoke, giving a glance to draken who caught on easily. draken merely nodded, and mikey approached you. his hands were pulled from his pocket and they took your hands into his. they were warm and oddly gentle. " we're taking you to the hospital. " he smiled lightly and pulled you along behind him. " don't worry, we've got her." he waved takemichi and hinata off, and draken followed.

you wanted to protest. you didn't need to go. you were totally fine, and yet the moment you stepped outside, your legs gave on themself, and you completely blacked out.

to benefit one another. in most cases, the benefit applies more to one person than the other.

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sunshine, rainshine, and moonshine. prologue [here] chapter one [here] chapter two [here]

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vivarem · 11 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ "you say we're done, i don't recall"

#aoi akane #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk moodboard #anime moodboard #aoi moodboard #decor #purple #purple moodboard #spotify #Spotify

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dogoodweirdly · 2 years

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ARTIST & WRITER JUSTMARS!

“Be gay do Crime i am so sorry for anything i create.”

Entering his second Do Good Weirdly, JustMars is returning to create their FIRST work for Archive of Our Own, and to create multi-fandom drawings on whiteboard fox for fun! Bringing Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, Outsiders SMP, Genshin, and Dialtown as their fandoms, they’ll be creating until they physically cannot continue! Catch them streaming this Saturday from 7pm EST on to support [Free Rice], [Trevor Project], [Stop AAPI Hate]

Find his previous works here on Tumblr @shroommars to get a preview of what you’re in for!

Do Good Weirdly is a twice-yearly fandom event, celebrating passionate creators and raising funds for good causes! Learn more or sign up yourself here: https://dogoodweirdly.carrd.co/, or meet more of our participants in the DGW Directory!

#dogoodweirdly #dgw:newyears23 #fanart #fanfiction #Welcome JustMars!#Glad to have you back!

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meat-buwunny · 10 months

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かわいい Music

Kiss Me Again - Roy Bee (sped up/nightcore+bass boosted)

Notice Me Senpai - iHasCupquake & Weebl

Love me, ove me, Love me - Kikuo

ME!ME!ME! - DAOKO & Teddyloid

Po pi po - Hatsune Miku

Caramelldansen - Caramella Girls

I'm So Crazy For Youuu<3 - Rebzyyx

Cause i'm a liar - Fukase

Chiwawa - Wanko Ni Mero Mero (Just Dance 2016)

Banana Shake - HUS (sped up)

Phsyco Teddy - Phsyco Teddy

Jumping izzz not a crime >_< - Kubusiowy

Watamote ending (nightcore/sped up+pitched) - inf3tion ♡ on YT

Electro World - Perfume (sped up)

Häschenparty (sped up) - Schnuffel

M!NE 4EVER - JustMar

I <3 harajuku - Alice Longyu Gao

Take A Ride - Caramella Girls

Amai Attitude - rejection

#cutecore #kawaiicore #music #playlist ideas

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Chapter 1 of ‘A Mother’s Revenge’ is out now!!

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floofeh-purpi · 2 months

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Oh wow .... This will be mah first request but here we are! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Will it be alright to request a sagau but the reader can time travel? (Feel free to ignore this 🥹 if you don't want to)

Like for an example , the time traveler reader / y/n somehow can time travel and is excellent when it gets to time , or would sometimes use time traveling to scare the sh-t out of others.

Feel free to use any character 🥹

"And thus, The Creator wreaked havoc across Teyvat."

SAGAU! Some GI characters x Creator! Gn! Reader

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm @keirennyx @fantasticarcadefan @catratnap

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A/n: OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMUGOSH FIRST REQUEST OF THEM ALL GUYS AHHHHHHH—

Warnings: Swearing, spelling/potential grammar issues, you being like a certain arsonist from modstandt is a way, I went back into the shitty ass writing style I had because I thought it was funnier like that, Me being a giggleshitter while writing this, this shit is so fucking short please.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

You were the Architect, the Prime Mover, the Original Sin and Salvation all rolled into one cosmic entity.

The Creator.

And man, were you bored. So fucking bored you invented time travel just to spice things up. Like, be for real, who needs hobbies when you can mess with time?

Being way too op was kinda lonely. Keyword: Kinda. but hey, at least you had good hair. So you decided to be a cosmic prankster.

You turned Venti's lyre into a kazoo, replaced Zhongli's tea with lava just kidding, or am I?, and swapped Diluc's wine for apple juice. Classic. But way too damn basic. In your opinion.

Watching your creations scramble to deal with your shenanigans was pure gold. Like that time you turned the entire cast of Liyue into chickens. It was— way too literally— a feather-filled fiasco, let me tell you.

Oh! Amnd don't even get me started on the time you turned the Sumeru Akademiya cinto a giant ball pit. Yeah, those scholars were not amused. But deep down, behind the cosmic joker facade, you actually kinda cared about your little creations.

So you'd leave them little gifts. Like that time you gave Jean an infinite supply of pizza Jean doesnt know what pizza is but found it good, or when you turned Childe's delusions into reality for like, five and a quarter half minutes.

After a while, even messing with time got old. So you decided to increase the chaos you oh-so loved. Like the little shit you are/jk. You conjured up a giant-ass, angry space hamster to terrorize Teyvat. Just for kicks. Your creations rose to the challenge, and you were like, "Damn, I raised 'em right."

Then you cutely vsnished into the cosmic void, probably to plan your next world domination, or maybe just to binge-watch reality TV. Who knows? Not even you, probably.

So there you have it, the life of a bored, op ass deity. It's not all rainbows and sunshine, but it's drfinitely got its perks.

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THANK YOU ANON FOR SAVING MY BOREDOM (Sleep deprivation is a little bitch) IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHORTER THAN AN AVERAGE HUMAN'S LIFE SPAN 😭🙌

Published: July 26, 2024. 8:50pm. (What do you mean 74 likes?)

I knew resorting back into my old weiting style would make me the giggleshitter I am temporarily.

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brights-place · 8 months

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Shopping¡! z★° ୭ ₊˙ ★﹗˚ ༘ 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐗 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: Follow Y/N Quinezel in the borderlands and see what she's up to with her wife Quinzel 002. | next | masterlist

SUMMARY 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟒 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥;~ 783 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

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Ivy smiled staring right at Y/N who was showing her a cute outfit she found in the abandoned mall "America's most wanted women on a shopping spree" she said putting her hand on the girls cheek "Cute" Y/N shrugged "Yet A psychopath" she said back giggling and putting the clothes in the cart and started to roll it while chatting to Ivy "I heard in Roppongi there will be a game either spades or Clubs most likely" Ivy said exiting the shop Cart filled with supplies.

Y/N started pushing the cart to the exit while Ivy pushed another cart that was filled with plants and other items of Ivy's choice continuing each of their steps to leave Y/N smiled brightly while walking through the exit and smelling the fresh air Ivy following behind using her plants to carry them to there hideout/home they found it like it was before they were sent here.

Setting Down there items each of them having their own personal half of the room for just themself Y/n jumped to her bed bouncing on it and laughing with joy, while Ivy on the other hand went to look after all her plants talking to them sweetly while morning light shined through the windows.

Y/N couldn't help but grin looking at her new found outfits "Ivy There's another arena nearby you think I can go there while you check out the one in Roppongi?" The girl asked flooding the new clothes she had just brought home Ivy raised an eyebrow "Why?" Y/N shrugged "I have a gut feeling on something" she whispered while changing clothes.

Ivy spoke up after throwing a piece of meat to a large Venus flytrap "Okay but be careful... I know you follow your gut feeling just be safe" The H/C girl nodded as Ivy stood up from her side of the room and headed towards the bathroom door "Love you Quinn" Y/n blushed and smiled "Love youuu" she said back and grabbed a pair of her clothes and grinned "this is what I want to wear today" She said grinning holding up what appeared to be leather pants, a jacket with one cut-off sleeve over a red crop top with black trim, and a black and diamonds on her leather pants. Y/N sighed while staring at Her hair it was was messy and wild abit grabbing a brush she started to brush her hair to make it look better than when she went out.

Y/N pulled it all off and hummed looking at herself in the mirror posing "Gorgeous as always!" She said to herself grabbing a piece of paper and writing a letter to Ivy and heading towards the door but froze remembering she forgot to bring a weapon.

Rushing quickly back to her and Ivys gigantic room she grabbed a Chiappa Rhino 60DS gun while staring at it intensely and grabbing Two butterfly knifes as-well and standing up quickly putting the knives in her front pockets and stared at the gun she held. The revolver has white grips inlaid with a gold Joker emblem onto it, gold decoration on the barrel shroud, and the cylinder has alternating "Love"/"Hate" gold decoration on it.

She continued to stare at the gun gripping it tightly and started to head back to the front door unlocking it and headed off to where her gut told her too Ivy walked out of the bathroom in new clothes and read the letter Y/N wrote down before she left.

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Heya Red! I'm heading off to that thing the voices and gut told me to do so see you in a bit Good-luck In your game! Bye byeeee!

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Each step she took she still had a smile the sunset behind her as she continued to stare happily forward to wherever she was going hopping onto a railing and walking on it while humming to herself.

Thinking off all sorts of things and wondering on what she had a gut feeling about she loved adventures and this one she had a good feeling that urged her to go forward while stopping when seeing a blinding light of a screen "Game This way" Pointing to wherever it was.

Y/N grinned "Let's do this!" And started running to where the signs where leading her with an excited looking grin she stopped really quickly by a seven eleven and took 10 Packets of bubble gum and stashed it in the inside of her leather jacket and running off again to find wherever she was going.

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#brights-place #JOKER — MASTERLIST #This series is on my social from WATTPAD so if you wanna read the full book check out my WATTPAD in my sociasl!#STATUS: Undone #START: 03/8/2023 #END: ??/??/??#LEVEL DIFFICULTY: J O K E R #𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐗 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: Follow Y/N Quinezel in the borderlands and see what she's up to with her wife Quinzel #SUMMARY 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟒 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭 #𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟓𝟐 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨 #₊˙ ★﹗˚ ༘ INTRO 01. INTRO 02.#extras. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05 #000. — ★ 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 ★#001. — ★ Prologue ★#002. — ★Piraña Trap★#003. — ★Shopping #004. — ★Tag #005. — ★Helping out #006. — ★Picnic #more chapters TBA.#reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡#©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform #copy #translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact! Divider Creds: @benkeibear and @khaer #♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ Brights Map! ˊˎ˗#Image #aalice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #hikari kuina #rizuna ann

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wanzerous · 3 months

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𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

𐙚⋆.˚ CHAPTER TWO.

what does it mean when two strangers allow their eyes to meet?

you tried your best to have yesterday's activities pass your mind. but the sight of hanagaki beaten up so badly like that made you frown loosely. maybe you should have stepped in and stopped them. wouldn't that make things worse? and yet, here you were, reliving feelings from the previous day. the young boys yelled excitedly as they riled up the two fighters in the arena. a young boy named kojima from sakura ms, and a friend of hanagaki. you assumed they were friends because you've seen them together a few times ... yamamoto.

he was so pretty. blond hair that almost touched his shoulders. he had such a gentle face... he didn't belong here. he stood out. he seemed so fragile and yet the look on his face made him look [falsely] confident. the crowd cheered eagerly, throwing threatening words toward yamamoto and you took a deep breath. the yells and cheers slowly began to drown out for you, and you dug your nails nervously into your palms. you were just as bad as them. watching these young boys fight for their lives. and you didn't do a thing to stop them.

kiyomasa, with a cigarette benched between his right index and middle finger, pressed an end to his lips as he took an inhale. his left hand, gripped onto your bare thigh, giving it a rather aggressive squeeze. it wasn't comforting. nothing about him was. you wondered why the hell you were with him. you can leave! but leaving meant telling him something he didn't agree with. the crowd quickly grew silent, as he pulled the cigarette from his lips and pushed out a cloud of smoke, " begin. " and the crowd began to yell again.

" HOLD IT! "

a voice yelled from on top of the stairs, and many heads turned confusingly. you turned as well, looking to find the source of the voice, and your boyfriend did the same. takemichi, with a bruised eye, scars, and multiple bandages made himself known, and you felt sick to your stomach. he was persistent. why didn't he learn his lesson just yet!? a few boys began to curse at him, telling him to leave, and yet he stood there. fiercely.

" YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU GET BORED OF SEEING THE SAME DAMN MATCH EVERY SINGLE TIME? "

he spoke as he walked own the stairs cooly; his arms behind his head,

" YOU WANNA SEE SOMETHING MORE ENTERTAINING, DON'T YOU? "

he was either bold or completely fucking stupid. or maybe he enjoyed getting his shit beat out of him. either way, it seems like kiyomasa took interest in the blond's words, " something more entertaining? " he questioned takemichi curiously but still annoyed at his presence.

" F-FOR EXAMPLE ... LET'S HAVE THE KING VERSUS THE SLAVE. "

that was enough to make anyone go batshit crazy. but he was serious. you watched him walk closer, and closer until he stood behind you and kiyomasa. you looked at him with a pleading look; you don't have to do this! " fight me, kiyomasa! " it was quite the offer. and one thing you knew about kiyomasa was that he'd never back down on a challenge. and since he and takemichi weren't on good terms, he would be a fool to let him speak down on him like that. your thigh was released, and he pushed himself onto his feet.

you stood and quickly moved to the side. if they were going to fight, you didn't want to be anywhere near them if it broke out right there. kiyomasa turned, staring down at takemichi before they both headed for the middle of the arena. " you better not regret this, " he announced, balling his fist and drawing his arm back all-while having his cigarette dangling from his mouth. not even seconds later, he nailed a solid punch into the gut of takemichi and you adverted your eyes. punch, after punch, after punch ...

you knew who was dealing it, and who was receiving it.

the punches, the gasps, the groans and the cheering. the taunts ... " kill him, kiyomasa! " that's what got your attention. kill? no one ... needed to die. this needed to stop! and with takemichi badly injured; blood spilling from his crying face, you know kiyomasa would do just that. kill him. so upon hearing him ask for his bat, the sight from yesterday resurfaced like a flashback.

" that's enough, kiyomasa! " you found yourself standing between them. and you scared yourself. when did you get here?! you yelled at him, standing protectively in front of takemichi who was beaten horribly.

" this isn't necessary at all! s-so cut it out! " it seemed odd being in the middle of the two. any given moment, and you could catch a blow to the face. you had your arm outstretched as if signaling kiyomasa to stay put. you remained close to takemichi. so close that if you took a step back, you'd fall on him. so yes, standing in the middle was the only way.

" i'll kill you too! " kiyomasa threatened as the crowd seemed to die down. they were confused, wasn't this supposed to be a fight? " hurry up, damn it! " kiyomasa spat, looking over his shoulder for someone to get his weapon of choice. despite your hands trembling, you stood your ground. you had to. someone needed to stop this. and for some reason, you thought you could. the crowd was now silent, as a few steps were brought to light. " hey, kiyomasa. " a guy called, walking toward him. you peered around the taller male, looking to see who would ... hopefully come to the rescue.

" you're scarin' the crowd. " now that you got a good look at the person, you could spot one thing that made him stand out. his height. he was a tall male ... really, really tall, and he had shaved sides. blond hair that was pulled into a braid with only a chunk left in his face. from the angle you were at, you could see a tattoo on the side of his temple. was it ... a dragon? it didn't matter ... this boy was pretty scary. and you weren't the only one to be amazed by his presence.

kiyomasa took a slight step to the side, as the unknown male grew closer, " calm down, dumbass. " from the way everyone seemed to behave, you knew this boy was someone special. as stated before, you weren't affiliated with anyone here but kiyomasa.

you were just his girlfriend. so no, you had no idea who the hell this boy was, and why kiyomasa wanted to pass out from being in his peripheral.

and to make it worse, a shorter boy tailed him, stuffing his face with a dorayaki. he seemed harmless, really. well, maybe because he also had crumbs on his face, and a soft voice while addressing the taller boy by the name of ' ken-chin '. as you took in the two new faces, you glanced around as everyone quickly bowed to greet them; more specifically the smaller one. you allowed your hands and shoulders to drop as they only grew closer. and oh man, you wished you stayed in the crowd. being here, almost the center of attention was horrible.

and you knew you were in deep shit the moment kiyomasa spoke to greet them, and only got kicked in return. the great kiyomasa ... getting easily quieted by these two. they were ... terrifying. you wanted to look back and ask takemichi if he was alright, but you feared that if you, even so, breathed too hard with these two around you'd get tossed into orbit. and you ... quite enjoyed having your feet planted on the ground. but this boy; the smaller one, who you quickly caught on to be the commander only grew closer. his eyes on you. completely locked into your own.

and you knew better, these guys were kicking and threatening anyone that they passed, so you tried your best to move to the side and down as he got closer. so close, that he leaned into your face, and you leaned back, knocking both you and takemichi down onto the ground. your hands met the ground before your bum, and let out a soft, ' oof ' upon impact. you fell seconds after takemichi did, a bit beside him. however, your legs rest on one of his legs (since his legs were a bit spread).

the commander stood over the two of you, staring down as the other walked to stand beside him. " hey, what's 'yer name? " his voice was soft. you didn't mind listening to it. it wasn't anything like the other guy's voice. you stared up at him a bit dumbly. " h-hanagaki takemichi. " the boy replied, not fazed by your legs over his at all. there was a second of silence, " l/n ... " you paused for a second, wondering if this was okay. but if you didn't answer, you just might get your teeth knocked in. " f-f/n .. " you caved, voice shaky as you made yourself known.

" i see. so takemitchy and, " he looked over at you, " f/n ".

wasn't this a bit informal? either way, you nodded your head slightly after hearing your name. you learned his name was ' mikey '. you remained hushed, your body a bit paralyzed from the sight of them. they were ... amazing. you sunk a little into a daze before a hand was placed on top of your head, and fingers ran through your hair a bit. this hand moved from the top of your head to the back, then around to the side where their palm met your cheek.

your eyes met his; mikey's. they seemed so dark, but it was something about them that made him so fascinating. there was a faint smile on his lips, " i want you to be my friend now too f/n, 'kay? " he had an innocent vibe sense to him. but you knew he wasn't. his thumb gently rubbed at the apple of her cheek almost comfortingly, and your cheeks reddened in color, and your eyes drifted to look the other way. this was a bit embarrassing. eventually, mikey raised from his squatted position and began to walk the way he entered.

your eyes followed him until your sight was blocked by a hand. a welcoming hand outstretched to you, and you followed the arm to find the face. mikey's friend, ken-chin, was it?

" you alright? " draken asked curiously, " they didn't hurt you, right? " he followed up, and you shook your head with a quickness. " n-no. not at all .. " you figured maybe using your words was better than actions. he sighed slightly, " jeez. these morons don't have any home training ... " you took his hand into yours as he hoisted you onto your feet so easily. he was so strong that maybe he overestimated your weight because you felt yourself slightly crash into his chest.

" thank you. " you tried to play off the small stumble, and he paid you no mind. instead, he turned around with a ' yeah ' and focused on mikey who was questioning kiyomasa. he did most of the talking. because it seemed like the answer kiyomasa gave him wasn't the one mikey was looking forward to. a sharp kick into your boyfriend's face and it was certain that he had a broken nose. and usually you'd be torn by this. but for some reason ...

you wanted to ask mikey to do it again.

but maybe the short blond read your mind and grabbed a hold of kiyomasa. their height difference didn't bother mikey. bringing someone taller than you down to your level was always important in a fight. and yet, kiyomasa didn't fight him back. it was like he was a different person. as your boyfriend got punched by the great mikey, you watched him in amazement. and you held back a petty giggle.

karma's a bitch, isn't it.

with a small smile on your lips, you turned around and offered a hand to hanagaki, " are you alright? " you whispered quietly. but since it was already silent, you were sure everyone there could hear the whisper. takemichi's eyes shifted from you to the scene repeatedly, " huh? oh uh , y-yeah, i'm good! great, uh .. " it was obvious he couldn't focus, but he did grab your hand and you helped him onto his feet. " thanks (l/n) ... " he thanked you, and smiled slightly, dismissing it. you didn't do much to help him anyway.

kiyomasa laid on the ground, obviously punched down quite a bit as the two made their leave, and everyone remained stunned. they were dismissed; they began to leave quickly. however, you weren't in much of a hurry. while the arena began to unpack, you made your way over to where your bag remained untouched, and you gripped the handles of it. as you prepared yourself to leave, kiyomasa's friends helped him onto his feet the best they could.

" i'm heading home, " you announced, placing your bag onto your shoulder. " hold on, cupcake, you aren't gonna help us !? " one yelled and you shook your head, " sorry, i wouldn't be of much help. besides, you guys are strong enough to handle that part. " you then turned your back toward them, "this wouldn't have happened if you never started this. " you mumbled the last part and headed off, leaving them alone for the evening.

this was their mess, you wouldn't clean it up. you weren't anything more but a trophy.

a trophy that's hard to get.

that fate has brought you together, and your destinies are going to be remarkable.

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sunshine, rainshine, and moonshine. prologue [here]. chapter one [here].

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